I
I SAW A WAYWARD TRAVELER. IN TATTERED GARMENTS CLAD.
WHILE STRUGGLING UP THE MOUNTAIN. IT SEEMED THAT HE WAS GLAD.
HIS BACK WAS LADEN HEAVY, HIS STRENGTH WAS ALMOST GONE.
HE SHOUTED AS HE JOURNEYED, DELIVERANCE WILL COME.
II
I WAS HIM IN THE EVENING, THE SUN WAS BENDING LOW.
HE HAD OVER TOPED THE MOUNTAIN, AND REACHED THE VALE BELOW.
HE SAW THAT GOLDEN CITY, HIS EVERLASTING HOME.
HE SHOUTED LOUD HOSANNAS, DELIVERANCE HAS COME.
III
WHILE GAZING ON THAT CITY, JUST O'ER THE NARROW FLOOD.
A BAND OF HOLY ANGELS, CAME FROM THE THRONE OF GOD.
THEY BORE HIM ON THEIR PINION, SAFE O'ER THE DASHING FOAM.
AND JOINED HIM IN HIS TRIUMPH. DELIVERANCE HAS COME.
CHORUS
THEN PALMS OF VICTORY, CROWNS OF GLORY.
PALMS OF VICTORY, I SHALL WEAR.